He Uncuffed A Shoplifter Until He Discovered His Father’s Vietnam Secret And Everything Changed

Eagles. And under it, the numbers 3/187.

My father’s unit.

For a moment I forgot where I was. I forgot the judge, the prosecutor, the defendant line, the fluorescent lights, the stale courthouse air, all of it. I was back in my mother’s living room at nine years old, standing under a framed photo of a young soldier with my eyes and somebody else’s smile.continue reading …